womanhood

tonite some friends and i had a blessing service for a friend of ours who’s pregnant with her first child and due in a few weeks. it was a wonderful evening where we celebrated with food, words and ritual the life passage of becoming a mother. as part of the celebration, my friends–who are all moms–shared storeis and memories of becoming a mother and the birthing process. my home was filled with love, laughter and the intimacy shared between women. now, the house is quiet and i find myself feeling rather melancholy. and i realize it’s pretty unlikely i’ll ever have a birth story of my own to share. i’ve known for awhile now that it’s pretty unlikely i’ll ever be able to become pregnant and in many ways i feel as though i’ve come to terms with it. but sitting here now, it’s hard to not feel a little cheated because i’m missing out on this amazing part of being a woman. it’s hard to not feel a little less female, less feminine. this statue is in trafalgar square. i took a picture of it for jeannie. i liked the statue, but i didn’t feel particularly connected to it. i think i realize why now.

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I get that…it can be very hard to spend time with the babies at church and know that will never be me…especially because their parents will tell me from time to time I have a “magic touch” with their child.